Archive for January, 2014

Rug

During two months of drug addled inanity and childish mucking about on the road, it became increasingly apparent to her that this continuous need to “blaze up”, “take a trip” or “get wired” wasn’t necessarily just an indication of his addiction to the various illicit substances they’d come by on their journey. She had come to the conclusion that there was something really wrong, something flawed in him.
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Posted: January 26, 2014 in Photographs

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Image: Shane Bolitho 2010

Rishikesh

More than a few young men in West London, including myself, learnt of Shani’s existence and took great joy in catching sight of her as she made her way to or from Northfields Girls School, later the Ellen Wilkinson School for Girls, or from her father’s shop in West Ealing.
In the midst of replacing old meters along Argyle Road one day during my short-lived apprenticeship with the London Electrical Board, I happened to meet Yama Surya outside his electrical wholesalers shop. I knew who he was (or, more importantly, I knew who his daughter was) and felt that just by talking with him I was making a kind of weird connection with Shani. When he recounted his oft-spouted anecdote relating Shani’s birth I couldn’t help agree that the old man might be right. She was truly magnificent to behold. Unlike the sun on that first day, though, I could not look away.
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Eclipse

Shani Surya, the only child of Yama and Chahaya Surya, was born in West London at dawn on a freezing February; the momentous occasion coinciding with a complete solar eclipse. Such an auspicious beginning was bound to have some bearing on the girl’s character and path through life.
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Red Mite

“Bir Bahuti, Mister! A good aphrodisiac! Cures the paralysed too, na!” That’s what the man from Chhattisgarh had told me. But I was too far gone for this little red mite’s help now. No prospect of the former being of any use to me any time soon anyway. Assistance with my state of stupefaction perhaps, yes. That I could use. But oil from the scarlet rain bug couldn’t help me now because I was made of stone. A swirling, nauseating chaos and vertigo belying my outward appearance of frigid paralysis, I could only stand there looking at my feet. I was unable to raise my eyes to watch her leaving. Shani Surya: blindingly beautiful, the most amazing girl I had ever met and I was helpless to stop her disappearing from my life. Instead, I simply stared at the little red creature crawling by my foot on the unevenly-paved, dusty-fallow roadside.
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